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Poetry Brothel
Rating: 7 Chocolate Starfish out of 10.

I regard other people’s poetry the same way I regard mild anal irritation, as an uncomfortable day-ruiner, but one that should be suffered in silence. That’s why I was surprised when I decided to skip the Poddymouth Christmas party on Saturday (sorry Seth), and go to the Poetry Brothel instead. These literary sluts, skanks, skeezers and hoes have devised a brilliant marketing scheme to sell the unsellable - their own intellectual masturbation.

Bravo, you whores, you got this marketing savant to foist over 15 hard earned dollars for poetry, the very word hot bile in my mouth (except for this guys stuff, he’s a super-genius). And extra props to the slutbag who was able to slip one of her awful poems into my pocket undetected (the same pocket in which I carry my I-phone and wallet). That is something only a legit whore would be able to pull off.

Word to the wise, if you take a private reading with one of these little minxes, do not try to read your own shitty poetry to them, nobody wants to hear that crap.